Tuesday, 19 March 2013

Spontaneous

You've been so good about all this now
I can barely get a word in edgewise
Your excitement is brighter than spotlights piercing the darkness

Yes, I like the way your eyes glow
And how your lips curl into a smile
Though I'm left to ponder my place in these schemes

To spark out in the spur of the moment
To invite risk and the likelihood of hurt
I hate to admit it and am loath to feel it,
Spontaneous I am not.

You've been so good about all this now
But I know that minds can wander
Precarious, my grip in your reality, as mine may just be a dream